No one knows what exactly caused the riot. During these days, Dondice Savius has heard too many disturbing rumors from drunken businessmen, rude mercenaries, fearful miners, and fleeing farmers. He also saw all kinds of jaw-dropping violence. If it weren't for Turka Aracano's two punches, he and his wife might have had a more difficult time.
At least, even if Claypool wanted to help him, the owner of the Silver Blood Inn couldn't conjure up two spare guest rooms for him out of thin air, not to mention that in these chaotic days, the old Tangdis family could still enjoy it. Tasty but filling food.
In addition, if he is willing to add one or two Septim gold coins, the innkeeper will even secretly give him a small glass of Serodirich brandy.
You know, with the outbreak of the war, the supplies in Markas have become scarce and dwindling. Many times, even if you have money, you may not always get enough food. Not to mention the wine.
Especially, when Dandis Savius saw that several fleeing farmers had to fight with some miners who were not easy to mess with in order to get a few slices of bread for their hungry wives and daughters - many times, They were just like gangsters - they brutally beat them up.
Their wives, daughters and young children could only cry helplessly on the sidelines.
Many people were beaten to death before the guards even arrived.
Even the self-proclaimed proud and confident old farmer couldn't help but feel sad at that tragic scene. At that moment, the stubborn old man's spirit was completely shattered by a more powerful force.
No one knew what was going on behind his weathered old face. All I know is that since that day, the old farmer has become increasingly silent and irritable.
Some people also said that Old Dondice was worried about his son who foolishly ran to defend the city, but in any case, except for the occasional meal, Old Dondice Savius never left the guest room where he and his wife lived. And all this happened on the sixth day of the war.
4E173, night starry moon.
20th.
"what sound!"
The old farmer suddenly opened his eyes.
His wife was woken up by him and thought he was talking in his sleep, so she muttered: "It's nothing, maybe it's mice. Claybo hid too many things, but it actually made it easier for those giant rats, insects and ants. They were digging around every night, causing waves." Yi and Orava always complain that they spend too much time chasing them away and never get enough sleep..."
"No!"
Dandis Savius rudely interrupted his wife's murmur. He sat up nervously, his listless eyes regaining their original shrewdness, "It's not a damn mouse! Listen!"
The old farmer turned his ear, as if he could hear it more clearly.
"What?"
My wife also became nervous.
But in the darkness, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the windows and their own breathing...
wrong.
If the farmer's wife initially blamed her husband for making a fuss again, but now, even she heard the ominous sound in the wind - a mixture of screaming, crying, and even terrible noises of running. Roughly, from far to near, it finally broke through the silent night clearly and reached the ears of the old Dandis and his wife.
"Bah."
The door was knocked open.
The piercing sirens, various screams, and desperate cries instantly stung their eardrums.
Dandis Savius and his wife looked at the visitor in horror.
***
Logatus picked up his head and saw that dozens of invaders had scaled the city wall and overwhelmed the defenders on the wall. And as far as he could see, every minute, more people climbed up the ladders and swarmed in through the open city gate, drowning the defenders in the city like a tide.
Although the people resisted desperately, they were still beaten back.
Outside the city, more Forsworn people were making deafening shouts! The sharp and piercing sirens were ringing crazily, and the shouts of death, screams, and cries came one after another, like purgatory on earth. So Logatus knew that they had failed.
Markarth was captured by the enemy.
How did they do it.
At that moment, Logatus Savius didn't even know what happened - he and his team were scheduled to rest when the accident happened.
He was stunned for a while, and then came to his senses under the captain's desperate yelling.
Looking at the opponent's face covered in fear, murderous intent, and blood, and the sword thrusting crazily into the chest of an enemy, Logatus's heart was finally occupied by some kind of fear. Without thinking, the farmer's son turned around Just run. He ran along the wall to the nearest tower. The door stood wide open, one of the many passages that connected the city's defenses.
Here, five or six defenders faced dozens of enemy soldiers. One of the guards waved his sword left and right with both hands, trying to force the enemy back. But a guy wearing a simple set of fur armor and a ferocious face used the giant ax in his hand to separate the guard's long sword. Another Forsaken smashed the guard's head with a hammer. The iron nails on the hammer head were easily lifted. The ground penetrated the guard's helmet, and before the dying man fell into a pool of blood, more enemies rushed towards the remaining defenders.
Only then did Logatus realize how reckless he was, but he didn't need to think anymore. Logatus fell to the ground, used the momentum to rush forward, picked up the shield of a defender who fell to the ground, and The ground rolled, and then he stood up quickly, just in time to block a heavy battle ax coming towards him.
Logatus did not stop, but directly crashed into the enemy who attacked him. The opponent was knocked unable to stand, dropped his tomahawk, and spread his arms to try to maintain balance. But at this time, he had already retreated to the edge of the city wall. Logatus took half a step back and kicked him in the chest. The man leaned back, screamed and fell down.
Then he turned around and threw a shield into the face of a charging Forsworn, smashing the guy's face into a bloody mess. The guy bent over in agony, but before he could let out more shrill screams, the long sword in Rogatus's hand pierced his chest and emerged from his back. The guy fell down with his eyes wide open.
Logatus's bravery exceeded the expectations of the intruder, and two or more enemies rushed towards him.
But this horrific killing seemed to be some kind of omen, suddenly arousing a wave of emotion in Logatus's soul. An unspeakable anger burned in the heart of the young son of Skyrim. Logatus roared crazily and chopped down the first opponent who rushed over like wheat.
The Forsworn have inferior weapons, training, and tactics. Logatus fended off the second enemy's attack, easily dodging clumsy thrusts and random slashes, wielding the long sword given to him by old Dandis, and slashing all those who foolishly blocked his path. Disembowelled.
The gleaming sword cut them to pieces, and the Son of Sky's crazy shouts and red eyes made them feel a sense of genuine fear. The smarter ones immediately turned around and ran for their lives, but were cut down mercilessly from behind. They could only lie on the ground and make a death struggle; the bolder ones swarmed up, trying to take advantage of the number of people to kill this feared enemy.
But Logatus' heroic fighting inspired the remaining defenders. Everyone screamed meaninglessly, waved their weapons, and rushed forward to fight with their comrades.
A fierce battle broke out between the two sides.
And such battles can be seen everywhere in Markarth today.
***
Turka finally remembered what the Dwemer ruins under Markarth were called.
Chuande Zell.
"In 1E 416, Nerevar {at that time, the legendary champion had not yet died and resurrected, nor had he been named "Cause"-"Cause" has a special meaning in the culture of Tamriel, roughly Equivalent to the incarnation of a certain god} unified the six major families of the Chimer (that is, the dark elves that have not yet been cursed) and the four major tribes of the people of the Gray Plains. They allied with the Dwemer leader Dumac, and the First Council was formed to unite the Nords. Driven away the morning wind.
Later, Kagrenak, a senior engineer of the Dwemer, discovered the Heart of Lorkhan and made some kind of tool, preparing to use the power of this artifact buried in the Red Mountain to create a new god, a unique god. The god of the Dwemer—this was the future Anumidian, the Tower of Brass.
When the news reached Nerevar's ears, he couldn't believe it, because it was a blasphemy against the Chimer faith and a terrible weapon. Dagoth-Ur of House Dagoth urged Nerevar to go to war and destroy the thing that threatened the faith and safety of the Chimer.
It is said that Nerevar hesitated at that moment, because at that time he and Dumac, the hero of the Dwemer and also the king, admired each other deeply. So he went to Dumac to find out if what Dagoth Ur said was true. At the same time, he also wants to save the hard-won peace between the two sides before things become irreversible.
However, in the face of Nerevar's questioning, Kagrenac reacted strongly and sternly accused Nerevar of having no right to interfere in the affairs of the Dwemer. The two sides broke up unhappy.
Trapped in a dilemma, Nerevar eventually made a pilgrimage to the holy church of Azura to seek guidance. Azura confirmed that what Dagoth Ur said was true, and that the Dwemer's god-making efforts must be stopped at all costs.
So, after another heated argument with his former friend Dumac over negotiations, naturally, a war broke out between the two parties.
At that time, the Dwemer relied on the stronghold of the Red Mountain fortress to hold on. However, Nerevar used the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain to lure Dumac's army out of the fortress and pinned them down. Then Nerevar, Dagoth Ur and a small group of comrades Tuan entered the Heart Chamber through a secret passage. There, the Chimer King Nerevar and the Dwemer Dwarf King Dumac fought fiercely, and finally both fell to the ground.
After Dumac was mortally wounded, Dagoth Ur and the others threatened Kagrenak into handing over the dangerous tool, only for Kagrenak to suddenly slam his tool into the heart of Lorkhan— -According to Nerevar, he saw Kagrenak and his Dwemer people disappear in an instant. At the same moment, all the Dwemer on the continent disappeared without a trace. "
——The above is mentioned in a letter written by Vivec to another great lord, Malur O'Main, who had political disagreements with him after the Battle of Red Mountain. Regarding the disappearance of the Dwemer and the curse of the Chimer, there are also Part of the many secrets surrounding the birth and fall of the Tribunal.
What, why do you think Turka knew so clearly. Well, haven't you seen it? From beginning to end, there are so many gods and demons hidden in it. As Turka Aracano, who "inherited" a part of Molag Bal's soul fragments, he even understands some of the secrets of this magical continent better than his previous life.
It's just that he needs more time to organize and recall everything in the past.
After all, so long has passed since the last life, and it was the soul of a god after all.
"So," Turka muttered, "that spider is Nehem? Also, I remember there's one here..."
"What?"
Because he muttered so softly, Islaan did not hear what he said at the end. He turned around strangely and looked at this mysterious demigod.
"No," Turka rubbed his forehead, "it's nothing—" he said. He looked around, comparing it with the memories in his mind to make sure they were heading in the right direction, "Just thinking about some issues. Go this way."
Although the others were confused, since Turka didn't want to talk, Islaan and the others finally wisely chose to keep their mouths shut.
They followed closely behind the powerful demigod who was huge in size but moved with grace and majesty, and quickly ran through the city of Dwemer.
Chuander-Zel was one of the many city-states of the original Dwemer in Skyrim. Its scale was astonishing, and the city ruins rebuilt and excavated by the Nords on the surface were just the tip of the iceberg of its entire appearance. Under the bottomless veins in the southern part of Zhudaqi Mountain, the Dwemer also excavated and built a miracle city.
It not only has forging workshops, weapons depots, commercial areas, energy areas, residential areas, palaces, conference areas and other multi-layered urban areas with different functions, but this once prosperous race even combined Chuander-Zel with Tianji. Connected to other Dwemer cities, many underground passages were dug across the sky.
However, due to the battle of Shenguang and the Battle of Red Mountain, this race that once achieved countless miracles has become a thing of the past, and this great city has also become the target of many evil creatures.
The nest of things.
Vampires, Vamer, Charus, Frostbite Spiders, Wraiths, Demon Lords, the Lord of Slavery and Domination, in order to prevent Turka Aracano and others from destroying His conspiracy, he used many famous monsters and monsters at all costs. Minions, trying to block their progress.
But with the help of Turka Aracano, the Red Guards escaped death many times.
Now, perhaps influenced by Turka's increasingly urgent mood, Islaan also felt an imminent sense of crisis. They ran through deep corridors one after another, and ran through tall and spacious rooms one after another. In the Dwemer Hall, he killed one dangerous monster after another, almost refusing to stop.
Finally, they came to the other side of Zhudaqi Mountain.
